All that we did, all that we said or sang must come from contact with the soil.

I have found nothing half so good / As my long-planned half solitude, / Where I can sit up half the night / With some friend that has the wit.

I think all happiness depends on the energy to assume the mask of some other life, on a re-birth as something not one's self.

The Land of Faery, Where nobody gets old and godly and grave, Where nobody gets old and crafty and wise, Where nobody gets old and bitter of tongue.

Education is not filling

Everything in nature is resurrection.

For Death who takes what man would keep, Leaves what man would lose.